Category: Spring 2021

I breathe in toxins and exhale rage. I am told to eat, but my food is poisoned. I search for enjoyment on LED screens, but the canned laughter rots my ears. Jokes, commentary, satire, awareness. I grit my teeth and fight the urge to scream. It is an unproductive pastime. Because screaming is only helpful Read More …

— for Phil Ochs And here my pen,  broken, will lie, idle and drained,  once full of grace. And here on the sidewalk  I may as well die, My suit jacket loosened,  my old boots unlaced, My lyrics unsung,  my ink gone to waste. But in feverish riots  or rattling fury I pray my plight Read More …

it’s not like a barcode black and white strips aligned ceasing to  blend together it’s not a map defined lines forbidding  junction of states in creating one it’s not as a ruler is to graphs plotting point A to B finishing off with permanent pen marked narrow line  there is not only one method to  Read More …

It’s been over Three       Hundred                  And                      Eighty                             days Since I’ve last been held But not in an endearing manner More so, I need you for a night  Then get the fuck out of my life Kind of gesture. It’s been  Y e a r s  Since I’ve not cared About being held again. I don’t Read More …

I don’t know what I’ll do, When your hourglass Has no grains running through.  Who to call for simple things, Who will listen every morning? What can I wash my colors with, What’s the difference between Italian and French bread? When do I know that he’s the one, When will I hear your voice just Read More …

I inhale A full, steady breath I feel impatient, overwhelmed With anticipation, motivated  To persevere through another week, through  the triumphs and tribulations, expected but not always welcomed, And accompanied with each day I am grateful Not only for those I share this breath with But for the world Another opportunity To see this world, Read More …